Samanta

You and Lessi have been friends since you were ten.
Summer, bikes, sleepovers in the living-room under movies. Her mom, Samantha, always considered you her daughter’s friend, but you are no longer a child.
After a trip to the cinema you were walking Lessi home when she suddenly said:
— Let’s drop by for tea, Mom will be happy.
All this was ordinary between you and you decided to agree, besides you couldn’t deny yourself trying Samantha’s signature pies.
In Lessi’s room everything was as always: you fooled around, discussed couples at uni, laughed at classmates. You needed the bathroom and you went out into the hallway.
Passing by Samantha’s room you notice the door is ajar, and something made you peek, but it was something you weren’t prepared for.
The room is dim, only light from the bedside lamp.
Samantha is lying on the bed. Sweater pulled up to her chest, one hand under it, the other… between her legs. Quiet, almost inaudible moans. She grabs the pillow with one hand and arches, but suddenly your gazes meet for just a second.
You jerk back sharply, trying to calm the trembling, rushing into the bathroom. Your heart is almost jumping out of your chest after what you saw.
Returning to Lessi’s room a few minutes later, throwing that scene out of your head was not so easy.
When the evening was coming to an end, you were already getting ready to go home, when suddenly Samantha puts her hand on your shoulder:
— You saw everything, right?